The Public Pervert Report

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Monday, 4 June 2012

It's been a while since I was here and seen as though this is not a gambling one I thought it best to chuck up on the old blog spot. Of course for all my UFC and F1 stuff you can visit www.sportsnewsireland.com currently where I'm contributing.

An empty page. Turning that empty page into something worthwhile is like a metaphor for life. You start with nothing and the inputs and choices you make from that point determine the success or failure of it. Each life is a blank canvass and yeah some get a head-start by circumstance but there’s as many spectacular failures in that category as there is successes for sure if not more than someone that was brought into nothing and fought or thought their way to their goal. It’s a case of name your cliché really.

But that’s the dream isn’t it? That’s what we’re told we have to do by others. Grow up quick, learn quicker, earn more and get there by whatever means necessary. Once you get there god forbid you go backwards. Is that really what you need; what you want.. Like if this is the only rodeo are you going to measure your life by someone else’s requirements or your own.

Someone said something to me over the weekend that got me thinking and to be honest although to some it might seem like a mediocre target I’ve got to agree with it. No point shooting for the stars and failing when you can aim for an achievable goal that leaves you more than comfortable. I’ve spent 7 of the last 9 weeks in the freedom that was afforded to me by a redundancy from a job that I’d long since given up hope on progressing in or finding that level of comfort financially or enjoyment from the job I desired. Was I happy with the situation? Nope. Could I have held out for much longer? Definitely not. Am I happy for the folks that had some of the shittest news you can receive in March and now look like getting the packages they so richly deserve after they got royally fucked over a week before I got to leave? Fuck yeah I am but that’s another story and one I’m too far from to write or speculate about in a forum where I can get in trouble.

Here’s the key thing the remember. Reality and perception are two different things. All too frequently perception clouds reality and there in lies the romp. Perception is what magicians and bull shitters crave on my pedigree chums. As Houdini said “What the eyes see and the ears hear the mind believes”. Why is that of importance you might ask.. Too many folks just take that initial perception and don't go deeper..

Perception only gives an impression; it doesn’t give you the full story or history. In a way perception can be used as propaganda. Take the Stop Kony 2012 video where the charity and I use that word loosely was only sending a percentage of donations to the area they were collecting for or the video of that couple getting dumped out of a house in Killiney. How many people went on a do-gooder hunt based on the emotions that those videos implanted. That’s purely perception without knowing the total reality. How many folks later found the error of their ways with those causes and started to try save face with ridiculous arguments? Yes it’s good to fight for causes worth fighting for but as with anything in life you’ve gotta choose them carefully and know the facts. Now more than ever history is getting to be indelible. Regardless if you delete it or not; your whole history online post wise is available to people that know what they’re doing. It’s not like a white-board in school where you just rub off the errors. Don’t get me wrong people make mistakes but you gotta own up to your own and deal with it. If you can’t accept them you’re going to repeat them most likely. Same sort of shit happens every weekend somewhere that you’ll see a couple fight and stereotypically the girl will be crying post argument. How many do-gooders wade in without knowledge of what they’re getting involved in? It’s all perception. Yes there’s a level of empathy in it of seeing someone else in the shit but that’s the funny thing with empathy. People can be separated from it when they know the facts. If you knew ten minutes before that argument that the girl had cheated on the guy and he’d said fuck this I’m done. Would you feel half as sorry for that crying girl? Probably not.. Bad examples but I hope it explains what I mean.

That's why I hate the expression what you see is what you get. No it's not. By that measure Fritzl was a DIY enthusiast who spent a bit of time in his basement. Fred West was another DIY enthusiast. He loved re-doing his pattio. Any paedophile priest just took a little interest in his alter boys or girls. Go and fuck. What you see is what you get is something lazy people say because they couldn't be arsed actually looking into things. Challenging that perception they have.

It’s the funny thing with perception. It takes the minimum amount of detail visually and your brain tries to apply the maximum amount of possibilities. Reading this you’re probably thinking I’m a heartless bastard but I assure you I give a fuck in the right situation. Perception is a con artists wet dream. Like I said it’s something bull shitters feed off as it tends to be lacking in facts. It’s why scams and investment swindles will most likely always exist. Whether it’s some cock sucker telling you that they can give you back ten times your original investment or to a lesser extent all those ads you see online when your browsing. How many times have you got ads for big dick pills or fuck 3 neighbours inside 2 weeks popping up on the side bar. Even to an extent you can still have a laugh by turning on any teleshopping channel for their latest fat burning, muscling growing exercise programme with insert z-list celeb here _______________. Why do people fall for it? Perception. They’re given something visually that entices them. Let’s get this straight, it’s done with everything. Always has been, always will be. It’s a simple trick. It’s just aspirational and plays on what most people perceive as the expected or the needed. Buying a pair of Adidas Predators didn’t make you Beckham did they. Nor did buying a pair of Armani boxers change your love life compared to a pair of Dunnes Stores ones. You get the point. Most people get rid of these things as they grow older from what I can see. Yes I’ve a relatively small sample to garner from but it seems to be common thank fuck. It’s the same as you change hobbies; as dudes grow up and take up golf when their days of playing footie are finished; buying a set of Taylor Mades with some Titleist balls ain’t going to make them Tiger Woods. Well maybe these days you’d be a little closer with Tiger’s struggles. Throw on your red TW t-shirt on a Sunday, some fake tan and that’s probably as close as your getting. Reality is you grow tired of the bullshit as you understand how things are as opposed to how they look. As many of my mates have put it. It’s the night before and morning after. No I’m not talking beer goggles. Before when the make up is on and after the make up comes off. You could be looking at two different people. In some cases it’s just stripping away the layers! Or in the old days of shit fake tan and rain you were wondering if someone possibly shit the bed during the night seeing the fake tan on the bed sheets. You live, you learn, you digest things. It’s the same reason that you see a lot of successful bands or business bridge out of previous failures. Lessons learnt and applied. Of course some people never learn and we’ll usually get to see them make a re-appearance at the X-Factor auditions or some shit. Might even be a priest running across a Grand Prix track or come to think of it didn’t that crazy bastard do something in the Olympics too. London 2012 watch out for this guy:

I’m no genius and I’ll never claim to be. Yeah I have my prospecting moments with bets here and there and I’ll have my losses too. Goes back to that perception thing. No gambler has a 100% win rate. Not unless they were one and done. Anyone that says they do is full of shit and we’re back into that perception land. Even bookies don’t have a 100% win rate. One horse has to win after all. But there lies in the romp. Everything is relative.

You’re days are what you make of them and how they’re perceived by outside influences isn’t really important. It shouldn’t be. If you are doing enough to be comfortable in whatever endeavours you have. Making enough to pay the bills and live comfortably. What’s there to lose. Of course there is living the dream but who’s dream is it? If it’s the one you’re told you’re meant to have ask yourself is it what you really want. That’s the most important thing I think. You’ve gotta be true to your wants and needs. Everything else is secondary.

As much as I like having time for myself to do whatever I please I do miss getting to do shit in work. Although at 27 I can honestly say there is no way in fucking hell that I’m settling in something I want to do for the sake of it. I quit a job after two weeks for that reason and I’d happily do it again should the situation require it. Reality of things is for me that I’m overweight, diabetic and probably a candidate for any assortment of random health malodies resulting in my expiration date being inside another 27. Would I want to spend another 27 years of which none of it will be childhood doing shit I’ve no love for or interest in. Hell no. Life is too short. Not to be wasted. The fact that you’re here is a miracle in it’s self. Just remember you’re a one in whatever million chance with those other sperm-poles or whatever they want to call them. You could have been lost if your Da decided to jerk off earlier that day. That’s the crazy thing. If a different sperm-pole made it would you still be the same? There’s one to get as high as giraffe pussy too and think about if you want one of those brain hurts moments. All signs point to no as otherwise families would be clones of each other.

Not that I’m a John Lennon fan or anything; but he once said “I don’t believe in Beatles, I just believe in me”. I’m paraphrasing here and may be missing an only or something but the thing is you need to believe in yourself. You need to understand your own value and what you require to be happy. Too many poor unlucky fuckers judge themselves on other people’s criteria. Actually what am I saying. Luck is for losers. Get your shit together motherfuckers and live the life you want to lead. Time is running out.

Preliminary card (Facebook)

This is one hell of a card to end the year and has a few interesting plays available in my opinion. There's the possibility for a few upsets and I think the bookies have massively overpriced 2 guys at least on this card.

Right lets take a look at the main event as ever first and work our way down the rest of the card. Here's the extended preview for the event should you wish to get a quick snippet of what is coming your way on Friday night.

Simply put this is the biggest fight of both these men's careers. A shot at the UFC Heavyweight title is up for grabs and many questions hang in the balance about both men. One thing is for sure this is going to be 265lb behemoths colliding and there's a number of ways it could possibly pan out.

We'll start with Lesnar. What can be said about Brock that hasn't been said time and time again. He's a world class wrestler and former NCAA Division 1 champion. He's a former Undisputed UFC Champion and won the UFC Heavyweight title in only his fourth professional MMA fight. Not to mention he's survived nearly breaking his neck in a WWE ring trying to do a shooting star press. Most recently he's dealt with a second case of diverticulitis and had surgery to remove part of his colon to remedy the longstanding illness. This is one of the two big questions over Lesnar going into this fight. How healthy is he? Can he survive a Overeem onslaught?

Judging by the videos that have been released of Lesnar's training camp the answer to the first question is very. The bigger question is whether Brock has learned to take a shot to the face or not. We've seen it in his two most recent fights that he doesn't react well to receiving strikes to the face. Sure one of the opponents was the mallet fisted Shane Carwin but in the Velasquez fight at UFC 121 it was Brock's reaction to being hit that caused him to lose his footing and lead to the eventual ass whipping he received. That's now over a year ago though and in the Carwin fight we saw Brock get back up by the end of the first round and of course go on to beat Carwin by submission so there is a bit of light in that.

The biggest problem I have with Lesnar in that type of situation is his defensive guard or lack thereof. He's sort of turtled in both scenarios and flailed a bit trying to block strikes rather than trying to find some sort of defensive guard. Admittedly this might be because he's trying to recapture his wits as these guys aren't throwing pillow punches but it is something to keep in mind.

The major positive with Lesnar and this was re-affirmed as recently as 2 weeks ago by an outside source in Randy Couture. Lesnar learns fast and is steadily improving in all aspects of the game. With a year out who knows what tricks Lesnar will have picked up. His Ground and Pound game is scary as hell and he does have some massive power even if his technique still needs work. Witness his fight with Herring when he broke Herring's orbital bone and sent him head over heels with a punch.

And on we move to Overeem. The Demolition Man has had a storied career thus far going back to his days in Pride when he fought primarily in their Middleweight division (the equivalency of the UFC's Light Heavyweight division). During his time in Pride Overeem fought some legends of the game. Namely against the likes of Vitor Belfort, Lil Nog, Shogun Rua and Chuck Liddell. His last run at Light Heavyweight involved three losses incurred through strikes against varying degrees of fighter (Lil Nog, Shogun Rua and Ricardo Arona). Having found the cut to 205 increasingly difficult to make and feeling their would be a benefit in putting on some more muscle mass Overeem started working on building himself up to fight comfortably at Heavyweight.

Since making the move he has benefited massively. He's only lost once in 13 fights and currently holds a seven fight win streak following a No Contest with Cro Cop. Overeem has one of the best kick boxing and muay thai games in the heavyweight division and is a K1 calibre kick boxer. Correction he's a champion at K1 level. Currently holding their Heavyweight championship as well as the Strikeforce Heavyweight title. This is why Overeem becomes an increasingly interesting fight for Lesnar as his striking is extremely good and Lesnar'sOvereem has a nasty guillotine choke so Lesnar has to watch out for both his clinch and submission game should he get in Overeem's range.

One thing that interests me though is Overeem's ability should Lesnar get on top and this is where I think is key for the fight. No-one and I mean NO-ONE has stopped Lesnar from taking him down in a fight. Lesnar's power shot usually results in someone's ass hitting the floor. If Brock can control him on the ground like he did a much bigger threat on the ground in Frank Mir the fight's going to be over quickly or Overeem is going to be in for a painful night. Ask Heath Herring how it feels to have Lesnar on top of you for a few rounds.

Recommendation: Brock Lesnar for the upset victory in this one. It's a pick'em fight but I can't look past Lesnar's wrestling and dominant ground game. He's currently priced at 5/4 on Bet365.

If there was a fight that has Fight of the Night written all over it this is the fight. Quite simply put you've two of the most talented members of the 155lb division taking on each other with some major implications in the division. The winner of this fight is probably only one more fight away from a title shot if not being placed next in line behind Benson Henderson.

Nate Diaz is a former winner of The Ultimate Fighter and is a member of the famed Cesar Gracie team. He is one of the most versatile fighters in the division and is happy to be standing and trading or working on the ground. He's got multiple wins by both KO/TKO and submission and any other night I'd say he's value to put a submission of the night bet on. With Cerrone that's not a clever bet.

Donald Cerrone is another one of the WEC converts that have made the 155lb division ever more difficult to navigate. A former kick boxer with an unbeaten record in 29 fights. Cerrone is another versatile fighter and comes from the Jackson MMA camp. The Cowboy has been on a tear since moving over to the UFC with hugely impressive victories against the likes of Dennis Silver, Charles Oliveira, Vagner Rocha and Paul Kelly. 3 of the 4 victories being stoppages by submission or TKO.

Recommendation: I see this fight being on the feet for the most part and because of that I have to go with the Cowboy Donald Cerrone. I'm a massive fan of both fighters but Cerrone has victories over a better quality of opponent and should take this one. Current odds are around 4/11.Right that's the main event and co-main event. Here's the other plays I'm making this Friday night.

Welterweight bout: Jon Fitch vs. Johny HendricksRecommendation: If this was under any other circumstances I'd be making the Jon Fitch play but I think he's vulnerable after 10 months on the shelf with a shoulder injury that required surgery. Hendricks has a wrestling pedigree of his own and has some knock out power in his hands. At 15/8 he's a tastey prospect for an upset.

Light Heavyweight bout: Vladimir Matyushenko vs. Alexander GustafssonRecommendation:Gustafsson for me. He may be 2/7 but he's one of the top prospects at 205 and his grappling game is something to behold. Not taking the Janitor lightly. The only dude to get the better of him since his UFC return in 09 is Jon Jones esquire. Similarly Gustafsson's only pro loss is to Phil Davis.

Featherweight bout: Nam Phan vs. Jimy HettesRecommendation:It's my opinion that the bookies have vastly under-estimated Judo Jim's skills and for a guy with a 9-0 record coming out of the Jackson MMA camp you would think they'd know better. 2/1 is too tasty a price.

Welterweight bout: Dong Hyun Kim vs. Sean PiersonRecommendation: Kim's judo game and grappling skills should see him ride out a decision at the minimum against Pierson. 1/4

As ever these selections and prices are through www.bet365.com and are correct at the time of writing. For the 6 fights I've got marked here it's a 41.52/1 shot. If you take out the riskiest bet in Hendricks vs Fitch it's still a 13.79/1 shot.

For those of you solely wanting a fiver bet to nothing on underdogs solely. I'd say go with Lesnar, Judo Jim Hettes, Efrain Escudero and Hendricks. That acca is worth 62/1 right now.

As ever happy punting my friends and I hope this will be a late Christmas present to both mine and your wallets.

Saturday, 24 December 2011

As you can probably guess by the timing of this being uploaded and by the title if you've got any sense of French this is going to be a bit more serious than my usual babbling bollix. It's still going to be a whole lot of rambling and babbling; because other than rambling and gambling I don't do a lot in this world.

The older I get the more my memories become clouded and my recollection of things becomes a gaggle of other peoples memories of an event that they've regurgitated over and over to the point that it's the only memory you have. Someone once said that you're practically a different person every 7 years of your life and if that's true it would mean the likely Control, Alt, Delete buttons to your brain's task manager are going to have the end now options clicked on a lot of less useful information. We all have that moment of someone telling a story about us as kids that we don't recall or are unsure if that's how it went or not but over time these stories become our memories.

This point worries me as memory and recollections of certain subjects and people will come with the prejudice of the story teller (this is going to seem ironic me typing that shortly) should you subconsciously adopt their version of events as the defacto way things went. I sit here a bit bleary eyed as the thought enters my head that my memories aren't my own. Any time you've got that sort out of body experience version of a memory usually will point to you remembering someone else's version of events as opposed to your own. What worries me about this is that I'll lose connection with my memories and the people that meant the most to me over the years. I'm mindful at this stage that I've lost most of memories of my Grandfather other than those that I've had through other peoples stories. The same is rapidly happening with my Nana as well and it's something that actually has a drain on me. Those people had a huge effect on me as a kid. Without bullshitting I can tell you the most valued possession I have in this world is a boat in a bottle that was my Grandads. It's been in my possession for the last ten years since my Nan died. It's one of the few genuine memories I have that I could never work out how the boat got in the bottle. My Grandad used to joke that the mystery was better than the answer. Simple lesson that's still true. How many of us wished we were still unsure over the Santa question. It takes away the magic so to speak knowing. But in this digital age there's nothing except the reason of life that's more than a click away. Of course some assholes will still give you what it is.

It's weird. Their house has pretty much been gutted and extensions built on it but I'd still buy it in a heartbeat if I ever had the money to do so. I'm not a very religious guy but I'm a spiritual person and there's a lot of good times I've spent in that house as has the rest of my family. The same can be said of my Great Aunt and Great Uncle. All of my family on one side will know who exactly I'm talking about with this. Actually come to think of it there's a putter I was given by said Great Aunt that was my grandads as well. You can guess which club never changes in the bag for the same sentimental reasons.

Which brings me to the reason I'm writing this at 2 in the morning on Christmas day. It's sort of the best way to say thank you in a way to my folks. Sure they might never read this but that's not what's important to me really. I couldn't give a fuck if no one read a word I type. Without them two people and the people they surrounded me with as a kid I'd probably be a complete fuckwit and an absolute ass hole. It's possible; if you know me and you grew up with me. We all know a lot of dickheads and dudes that went down the wrong tracks and the only reason we didn't end up in the same boat is because we were thought to not follow that shit. Thought right from wrong. Sure we all got up to shit and weren't angels but it's our folks that put us in the position that when we could have gone down a bad path that we'd the balls to say nope not for me. Off you fuck.

I'm 27 years old and can honestly say regardless of their working situation or anything for that matter that I've never been left wanting for anything. Whether it was football kits, trips or whatever else. They always found a way. I'm at the age now knowing what they've done I've got to wonder what they sacrificed to put me in the position I am in today. I was pushed by them to always get the most out of the least. I've always been lazy so no-one is ever getting that extra 10% of work out of me. One thing my Dad said to me is work smart not hard and I'd rather do that any day if the pay is the same.

I'd love to write more but I'm tired and I think it gets the message out. By mistake or by design I'd not be the man I am today without the example they and the people they surrounded me with in my formative years provided. I'd be fucking lost without them.

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Yuletide greetings my honourable friends and fuck it seen as though it's Christmas; season greetings to my less honourable ones too. I'm bored again so I thought I'd do a blog and since it's the time of year you see more people hammered than at any point of the year we'll do one about the type of folk you'll encounter on any given night out. I'll call this gobshite and the 7 drunks.

Much like the beloved Disney flick Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs I find that most drunks in a group can be broke down to different categories. We'll go through the 7 drunks first and work our way to the gobshite element at the end.

Doc: This is the problem solver of the bunch. They can also be the problem member of the group if you're the unlucky bastard that gets stuck with them. Some are great and are the type of no nonsense motherfucker that can work their magic in the wingman department whilst being equally adept at diffusing a potential scrap because Dopey or Grumpy have fucked up (we'll visit those two in good time). The bad type of drunken Doc goes around like they're Doctor Phil.

What I mean by this is they'll stick their nose in just about anything whether they know what they're talking about or not and start waxing lyrically like the divine douchebag they tend to be. Usually found beside the messiest person in the room telling them how to fix their life and giving them bullshit stories to pass on their pysch101 ideas. We all tend to have a Doc in our drinking buddies so you're either lucky or very unlucky in that respect.

Grumpy: This can be one of the worst if they've any motor skills left after copious amounts of alcohol. The angry drunk is the ticking time bomb in the midst of your group. They tend to go one of two ways. If they score they're grand and put all that energy into whatever lady or sir they've found for the night. It's when they don't score that they're a problem. The smallest thing can set them off and then it's only a matter of time before the inevitable argument with anything ranging from a person to an inanimate object. In the past I've bore witness to the following Grumpy drunk behaviour. A mate breaking his hand after punching a wall because his girlfriend wouldn't talk to him after an argument. Another mate headbutt a dude because he stepped on his toes then have to be escorted from Bondi by 5 bouncers. The angry drunk isn't limited to dudes either. There's some aggro women too. I've on more than one occasion got to see a girl smash someone in the chops so hard with their handbag that the handles snapped off their bag. Entertaining yes. Impressive yes. Scared shitless yes. I leave these people to the Doctor Phils of the drinking world for the most part. Unless it's a good mate then you gotta get them as far away from whatever it is they want to hit. If they have sight on it it's like a lion hunting a wildebeast. It's game over.

Happy: This is the best kinda drunk. There just the one that's going to be laughing their ass off all night. Can be a target from the Grumpies of the drunken world but most definitely they're the one that you should be around. No stress, no bullshit. Just giggling away like they're high as giraffe pussy.

Which in turn brings us to another one of the unintentional comedy brigade. Sleepy:
We've all been there at some point. Whether it's at a session, in a bar, on the street, in a field or in the night club. We all have mates that hit the internal snooze button when they get enough gargle into them. These are the most bi-polar of the group. They're only a random action away from turning into Dopey Drunk or Grumpy Drunk. Said action is usually perpetrated by the gobshites of the world. It can still be funny but it still takes a dickhead to do the worst pranks on the sleeping drunk.

Anyone doubting the bi-polarity of said drunkards should view the below as Exhibits A and B to support this rambling.

And with that we're on to Bashful: Now there's 2 kinds of bashful. There's the mild one that's just quiet and keeps themselves to themselves whilst chatting away with folks whilst being a bit quiet. Usually has to be brought into conversation and once there they're chatty enough to not be completely socially retarded. Generally the person that's last to join a group but they tend to be good folk once they get the handle of any nerves they have in social scenarios.

Which then brings us onto the bad kind of Bashful drunk. This is the motherfucker that doesn't say a word all night. Tend to be the weird ass work colleague or friend that just can not find common ground with anyone. They also tend to be the leery bastard of any group that just stares all night at any member of the opposite sex. This type of Bashful can also turn into a Doctor Phil drunk as this tends to be the way they get people on side. Yet again another type that's most likely going to be seen close to the drunkest person in the room. Think Dwight in the American Office for the kind of person we're talking about here. Most likely to say something like but will not do anything about it ever.

Which brings us to Sneezy: These are our drunk friends that find better ways of being by living through chemistry. Most commonly these days it's the ones that will be inserting any random assortment of legal highs or illegal highs up their nostrils. No pill heads are not included in the list. They generally tend to be blackout dopey drunks. The Sneezy drunk tend to rock it like Rick James bitch or Charlie Sheen.

In the winter months it can also be the one that's out with a cold so don't get them mixed up. After all who the fuck in Ireland doesn't go drinking when they're on anti-biotics whether it's an infection or the dreaded man flu.

Many a lad has braved the extremes and been on the front line drinking when the dreaded man flu has had them incapacitated for all other activities. As long as they don't pass the disease by sneezing in your pint you'll be alright.

Which brings us to Dopey: This can be either a harmless visitor to langeredland or a potential news story waiting to happen. The harmless end of the scale is the person that gets too locked to talk properly but keeps their major capabilities intact. They can still walk and all the usual functions just slur their speech like they're the victim of a temporary paralysis of their tongue. The dangerous end of the scale is that drunk that is not quite Sleepy drunk and not quite Grumpy drunk. They're sort of in between and usually it's the type of girl or guy that you've seen falling into people or all over the dancefloor. Usually have wet patches on their clothes from any variety of Dopey events. These can be but are not limited to spilt drinks, vomit or other bodily fluids.

My favourite kind of Dopey drunk is the blackout dopey drunk. This is the one that gets absolutely twisted and has no recollection of anything. You could show them pictures the next day and they'll be dumbfounded. Anyone who wants to go look for the Rogan drunk Eddie blog will understand what I mean. It's available through http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/1619.

This brings us on to our final batch of person to watch out for. The gobshites.

These are anywhere and everywhere. From the average nightclub to every festival campsite. These are the retards that take things just that step too far. Yes they sometimes can be funny but once they've got that joke that gets a giggle they'll keep repeating it until they cross the line. Unfortunately they won't recognise they crossed the line and will keep going despite the joke having lost it's lustre and being past the point where it's even funny.

There's also the leery gobshite. Sort of like the bashful drunk but they're much worse. These can take the form of the stalker kind who will follow a girl around like their shadow all night.

They also have an ability of chasing down every woman in a nightclub in the search for Ms. Drunk and Desperate. These cocksuckers are date rapists in waiting. They will happily be rejected by every woman in the building only to start all over again. They're that sort of dude that thinks receiving a text from someone or a girl saying hi means they're in. Retards of the highest extreme.

Don't forget the cross eyed guys as well. They're the ninja perverts of the leery bastard group. That wonky eye has a target field too. Homing in like an F-18 in whatever they're looking at.

The really bad thing about the gobshites is they don't necessarily have to have anything in them to act like dickheads. They just are. It's like it's built into them. They're the same sort of fuckwits that will do something stupid and not have any thought for what they're doing. Case in point the San Francisco Tiger incident.

The gobshite is the walking epitome of my last blog. Just remember you can't fix stupid. Stupid is forever. Thankfully for all of us; the drunk descriptions above are only a temporary thing. Unfortunately for the gobshites they're the epitome of the stupid people that are outfucking the smart people.

Feel free to add any other types of drunks or gobshites you can think of. I'm always up for a bit of entertainment on that front.

Cheers for reading this mess. Just another week til Christmas now and only another 12 days until the next UFC. Thank fuck says I.

About Me

This is to stave off some boredom.
Hopefully I can help a few people to make a bit of cash as well.
Hoping to cover everything from F1, Moto Gp and UFC with a bit of sports betting and anything retarded that I see fit in having an opinion on.